Finally, the dish I had been looking forward to for a long time was brought to the table - tower-shaped cheese cake. When the waiter brought the cake, I swallowed hard.
The cheesecake is covered with a layer of smooth swirls of meringue. The meringue is sprinkled with many delicate strawberries and a variety of small fruits. The cake is decorated with many huge, bright pink icings.
Rose.
When the cheesecake reached the old man, he showed a rare smile, maybe because he was happy. I once told Jintang that he loved eating strawberry cakes.
He turned his half-closed eyes to me and said, "Let's cut the cake."
I guessed that he must want me to eat more strawberry cake for him. A mischievous idea came to my mind. He didn't want it to be easy just now, but now I didn't want him to get what he wanted. I took the knife handed by the host to cut the cake.
, quickly cut off a piece of cake, but the cake was not filled with strawberries but apples, and placed it on the table. I looked into Mr. Shi Wang’s eyes and gave him the sweetest smile.
I saw the corner of Na Jintang's mouth twitch.
Sure enough, this annoying old guy first scratched the beautiful egg-skin book cover, as if it was syphilis or some terrible unclean thing, and then put the two slices of cake into his mouth with the mirror of the knife and fork.
It's like he's doing the greatest gift of kindness in the world.
At that time, I really wanted to break my thin and slender neck! This old man thought that we were all still children without teeth, and he used different ways to tease people. I think he was the one who liked to play pranks the most.
He looked at me indifferently. He couldn't figure out how I could maintain such a good appetite in such a state of indifference.
"Don't be rude, young friend." The old man's voice was low, powerful, and intimidating. But what I saw was the old bones with clear lines.
"Being hungry has nothing to do with politeness, old man, just because you think the food is not to your liking, just because you don't want to eat this dinner, it doesn't mean that others shouldn't eat either."
The old man pushed the bowl angrily like a child. "What the hell is dinner!" he said angrily. "It's not even worthy of being fed to a pig!"
After struggling all afternoon, my stomach was already grumbling in protest. Sea fish doesn’t taste good when it’s cold, and fried chicken wings have to be eaten while they’re hot. If he’s still so unkind, I’m going to have a big fight with him.
field.
"Old man, I'm not one of your men. Well, I'm not like the hall masters like Six and Seven who are afraid of you. What on earth do you want to do with me? You are charged with disobedience and eating indiscriminately.
Am I shot? If you want Na Jintang to starve to death, then you have to decide for yourself, but when I am hungry, I have to eat no matter how much food is left."
As soon as I lowered my head to eat, I heard a strange sound. I looked up and listened. Don't let me make him angry and have a stroke, but don't let him die in my hands.
I found Mr. Wang laughing.
I put my hands on my hips and glared at him. That old man just scared me half to death.
The old man waved his bony hand, indicating that I could eat. "Go and eat," and then he laughed again.
I turned around and saw Na Jintang taking out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes, his shoulders shaking sharply.
I sat next to him and looked at him strangely: "It's just that the food is not to your liking. What's there to cry about?"
Na Jintang turned around with tears stained his face, and I was shocked to find that Na Jintang was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "There's nothing funny about this, right?"
But Na Jintang thought this incident was really funny.
Things were not as simple as I imagined. Soon, the old man regained control at the dinner table because I suggested that I wanted to go back to the old house at night to see Xiao Ma Liu and the others, because many things happened unexpectedly during this period.
, so I never had a good reunion with them.
"Friends from Jintang, this is not a hotel. I'll tell you whatever you like. Just be happy. Your schedule must be consistent with my rest time at home. I mean you must go to bed before 9:30.
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"That's natural, Mr. Wang," I said meekly. I didn't want to have a dispute with him on this small issue, and I was sure that we would be back before 9:00.
Well, in the end, the result was the same as I guessed. He basically didn’t eat all night, and he just came to perform. Then he said he was tired, and Na Jintang helped him back to his room last night.
Old zombie melon.
After Na Jintang sent the old man back to his room, he came to find me. I closed the door tightly and refused to let him in. He knocked on the door without compromise, and I opened it for him angrily.
""You are in the same group." I said angrily.
Na Jinchang hugged me tightly, scratched my little nose and said: "No loss, no win, it's a tie."
"Why didn't you eat just now? I really want to break both of your necks."
Na Jintang laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward again.
"I don't see what's funny," I said. "He's mean and disrespectful." I was often disappointed there. I didn't tell jokes but expected sympathy.
Na Jintang smiled and said: "My cat Jiujiu, of course you can tell that this is a prank done by the old man. If I hadn't deliberately racked my brains to please him, he might not have let it go.
You, this is called the so-called love house and bird."
I cursed directly: "I see that your old man always likes to do pranks. I dare say that at noon today, he must be smelling the fragrance with his nose while thinking about how to plot a conspiracy against me."
"My cat, but you managed to make the old man laugh."
"If I had known that he was such a disguised person, I might as well have gone directly and asked someone to secretly deliver such delicious food to his separate room. He closed the door and ate to his fullest. Your old man, he
I've seen through that clever trick a long time ago."
Then Jintanglou said to me, "Maybe things are getting better."
"What about my trip to Niutoushan?" I squinted at him.
Na Jintang deliberately said with a straight face, "Your kitchen knife is almost rusty, why don't you go?"
Before we could further discuss the matter, the old man called Na Jintang to the study to discuss their business matters. I was bored in every possible way, so I went to Laos to find Xiaoma Liu.
In fact, I had a good chat with the Six Little Horses. We were all in great spirits, drank some wine, and ate a lot of barbecue. I felt like I was back to my old self when I was around them. Being in the Prince's Mansion made me change.
I had to tremble, worry, and desperately need to please others. Now that I am with the Pony Six, I feel that life is in my own hands again. This is the life I want, and I feel full of energy again.
"Let that old zombie get angry. I want to stay and have fun before I go back. This is the beginning."
When I returned to the mansion, at 3:00 in the morning, I put on my hands and feet, picked up a pair of shoes, and walked into the room. I was too tired and fell asleep.
As I was trying to sleep, I heard the servant knocking on my door repeatedly. The voice sounded anxious, as if something big had happened, as if the whole building had been on fire irreversibly: "Cat girl...
...Cat girl, wake up quickly and open the door."
I was in a hurry and stumbled open the door. I looked confused. Even though I didn't see the fire, nothing happened.
The servant said hurriedly: "Miss Cat, put on your clothes quickly. Mr. Wang is calling you. He wants you to see him immediately."
"what happen?"
"Urgent! Big!"
I hurriedly put on a coat and ran over after getting enough sleep. I thought something important had happened, so I picked up my pocket, which contained a sharp kitchen knife.
However, when I arrived at his room, the old man had already put on a formal robe and coat, and was clean shaven. He sat condescendingly on the large armchair on the dining room table, looking at my slovenly look with a very ugly look.
Hair and robe.
"I'm not satisfied with my breakfast." He said to me seriously.
I had to stare at him in a daze, my head running at high speed: What did they have to do with me in the morning? Did you make his breakfast? Was he insane yesterday? Is he the same as Ergouzi?
It's impossible, Ergouzi is a genuine demented and stupid person who has the IQ of a 6-year-old child and looks like a child who is at a loss.
But in the past, Mr. Wang not only was not confused, nor did he act like a child, but he also held meetings with extremely high IQs. He once knew exactly what kind of person he was, where he was, what purpose he wanted to achieve, and what he wanted to do.
Why did he only wake me up after I had slept for two or three hours? I was suddenly holding his breakfast?
Did he do another prank? Wasn't there enough yesterday? I tried my best to suppress my anger and said with a smile: "Old man, what happened to your breakfast?"
“It’s bland and has a single style, and it’s cold, so I need something hot.”
I really suspected that I heard the wrong words: "Old man, why don't you send him back to the kitchen? Then tell them to bring what you want to eat, and it must be hot. You are not good at this.
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"Go and tell them that this kitchen is all the business of the female housekeeper, and I never interfere in such things. Likewise, Jintang will not care about such things of yours. This is a woman's business." Mr. Wang said in a straight tone.
The words of justice are awe-inspiring and unquestionable.
I put my hands on my hips and stared at him as calmly as she did, trying to control the heat in my heart: "Mr. Wang, do you mean that you woke me up from the bed or sent a message to the kitchen for you?
Who do you think I am, your servant? I give you three choices: first, go and talk to the kitchen yourself; second, otherwise ask Na Jinchang to do it; third, otherwise you can only
Hungry is over. I don’t care about this, I’m going back to bed, you can starve yourself.”
Mr. Wang paused and said aggressively: "That bed belongs to me, young friend. It is because of my generosity and permission that you occupied it. It will be useless even if you come to Jintang. As long as you live in
If you are a guest at my house, you must obey my orders. I don’t need to explain more about this sentence."